Post by Randomman on Oct 23, 2008 2:35:13 GMT -5
Norri sat half way falling off a barrel, red faced and hair frazzled (very much like a good day at Tortuga) and stared blearily at Blackbeard. "And thernn, she jus'*hic* runs off with some other guy...and a girl for tha' matter...."
Blackbeard: ohh? *Blackbeard sighs.* Blackbeard to himself: Aw young love~ *He starts cleaning a cup.*
Tod walked in.
Blackbeard: Ah Tod! Can I get you anything? * He looks at her kindly.*
"Do I know you?" Tod stared at the strange bearded man.
"Oh for Pete's sake." Norrington muttered. "Jus' take her alllrrea-y!" He tossed his mug at her, missing horribly.
"Oi, Norri, wha's ye problem?" Tod demanded, glaring at the ex-commodore.
"...an' o's Pete an' wha's he got ta do with this?"
*Blackbbeard closes his eyes and smiles.* Blackbeard: No fighting in my pub you hear? *He glares daggers at them.*
"Ye call tha' fightin' lad? An' call yeself a barkeep?" Staring at him in surprise, Tod couldn't believe her ears. "Who are ye anyway?"
Blackbeard: hmpth just don’t cause too much ruckus or I'll torch yah both. *Blackbeard goes back to clean the dishes to calm himself down.*
"Who be tha' man?"
"Howthe hell shlld I know."
Sighing, Tod shook her head and calmly wandered over to Norri. Taking him by the chin, she sat him upright and plonked herself down on his left leg, one arm around his shoulders. "Say Norri, me ol' lad, ye dun look too good. Wha' be troubling ye?" Genuine concern was in her eyes. Poking him in the cheek gently, she added softly, "Ye kno' I was only teasin' ye with what I said earlier; I don't really think ye stuck up... most of ta time."
*You hear a table get knocked over with sound of many glasses breaking.* Blackbeard: GAH! DARN IT! YOU BROKE THE NEW FINE CHINA! HUH? SPEAK UP! *The crowd of drunken fools points to pirate with the tutu on.* Blackbeard: OH SO ITS YOU AGAIN! *Blackbeard starts beating the crap out of the ballerina pirate.*
To herself, Tod wonders, 'What kind of moron keeps china on a ship? Only the British are stuck up enough... maybe the French, and Spanish too.'
"I'm nothin' bu' a hatrack to her! Useless! I used to have respect!" He was holding his sword, twirling it with skill despite his complete drunkenness, and safely avoiding Tod with it at that. "There's no point..>"
Tod frowned at him, and gave him a hug, "Quit yer whining. Dusk hasn't forgotten ye." She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Would ye really begrudge yer 'sister' 'er captain' affection? Or are ye so drunk ye cannot tell?"
Shoving him slightly, Tod continued, "An' she 'an I ain't loike ye an' she."
* A norse pirate bashes a bottle of rum on Blackbears head.* Blackbeard: BWHAHAHA! *Blackbeard grabs him by his stereotypical viking helmet and bashes him into the wall.* Blackbeard: COME WHO WANTS TO RAISE SOME HELL WITH ME HUH? *Bleackbeard starts fighting his paying drunken customers to death.*
In her head, Tod winces, 'Oh no... Dusk's ship. Don't hurt me maaa, iot wasn't meeee!'
'...Now I sound like Red. Wait, why be I talkin' ta meself?'
'Com'on, ye drunken ol' fool; respond... do I hafta start singin' ta ye?'
"She sher acts like 't." Norrington commented vaguely. "Ge' off me wretch." He didn't really move though.
Tod smacked him. "Be tha' anyway ta speak ta a lady? Or yer 'sister', bucko-me-lad?" Shoving his shoulder a second time, she leaned in, "Yer s'posed ta be settin' an example loike; wha' d'ye call this? Ye're a commodore; act loike it. Ye want respect? Then show some backbone an' haf some dignity." More quietly, she added, "Seriously, you do yourself no favours being drunk like this. It isn't respectable for an officer. Maybe for a pirate, but you're better than that." The look she gave him was both sympathetic and the way she might look up to her hero.
*The raging drunken fool crew stops to admire the moe moment.* drunks: Awwwwww
"'Sister'? Ha, I guess that makese Dusk my 'mother' then?"
"Or ye 'mistress'," Tod shrugged, and poked him in the cheek, "but it be up ta ye, Norri: what I am ta thee, I mean. See, if ye want I can be ye sister an' ye shipmate, or we can be at odds, but I don't want tha, an' I'm sure Dusk don't want it neither."
Tod sighed, "And..." she lowered her tone for him alone, "Since we're immortal now... let's not have grudges."
Norring didn't say anything, just kept twirling his silly sword. He hadn't taken another drink though.
Tod placed her hand on his, then leaned in and kissed his cheek, almost tenderly, "I dun want ta fight with ye."
The raging drunken fool crew: Awwwwww
"I be abou' ta kill 'em." Tod mumbled.
(Brought to you by raging drunken crew enterprizes and D.P.O.T. ((don't piss off Tod)) Hosted by Blackbeard)
Blackbeard: ohh? *Blackbeard sighs.* Blackbeard to himself: Aw young love~ *He starts cleaning a cup.*
Tod walked in.
Blackbeard: Ah Tod! Can I get you anything? * He looks at her kindly.*
"Do I know you?" Tod stared at the strange bearded man.
"Oh for Pete's sake." Norrington muttered. "Jus' take her alllrrea-y!" He tossed his mug at her, missing horribly.
"Oi, Norri, wha's ye problem?" Tod demanded, glaring at the ex-commodore.
"...an' o's Pete an' wha's he got ta do with this?"
*Blackbbeard closes his eyes and smiles.* Blackbeard: No fighting in my pub you hear? *He glares daggers at them.*
"Ye call tha' fightin' lad? An' call yeself a barkeep?" Staring at him in surprise, Tod couldn't believe her ears. "Who are ye anyway?"
Blackbeard: hmpth just don’t cause too much ruckus or I'll torch yah both. *Blackbeard goes back to clean the dishes to calm himself down.*
"Who be tha' man?"
"Howthe hell shlld I know."
Sighing, Tod shook her head and calmly wandered over to Norri. Taking him by the chin, she sat him upright and plonked herself down on his left leg, one arm around his shoulders. "Say Norri, me ol' lad, ye dun look too good. Wha' be troubling ye?" Genuine concern was in her eyes. Poking him in the cheek gently, she added softly, "Ye kno' I was only teasin' ye with what I said earlier; I don't really think ye stuck up... most of ta time."
*You hear a table get knocked over with sound of many glasses breaking.* Blackbeard: GAH! DARN IT! YOU BROKE THE NEW FINE CHINA! HUH? SPEAK UP! *The crowd of drunken fools points to pirate with the tutu on.* Blackbeard: OH SO ITS YOU AGAIN! *Blackbeard starts beating the crap out of the ballerina pirate.*
To herself, Tod wonders, 'What kind of moron keeps china on a ship? Only the British are stuck up enough... maybe the French, and Spanish too.'
"I'm nothin' bu' a hatrack to her! Useless! I used to have respect!" He was holding his sword, twirling it with skill despite his complete drunkenness, and safely avoiding Tod with it at that. "There's no point..>"
Tod frowned at him, and gave him a hug, "Quit yer whining. Dusk hasn't forgotten ye." She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Would ye really begrudge yer 'sister' 'er captain' affection? Or are ye so drunk ye cannot tell?"
Shoving him slightly, Tod continued, "An' she 'an I ain't loike ye an' she."
* A norse pirate bashes a bottle of rum on Blackbears head.* Blackbeard: BWHAHAHA! *Blackbeard grabs him by his stereotypical viking helmet and bashes him into the wall.* Blackbeard: COME WHO WANTS TO RAISE SOME HELL WITH ME HUH? *Bleackbeard starts fighting his paying drunken customers to death.*
In her head, Tod winces, 'Oh no... Dusk's ship. Don't hurt me maaa, iot wasn't meeee!'
'...Now I sound like Red. Wait, why be I talkin' ta meself?'
'Com'on, ye drunken ol' fool; respond... do I hafta start singin' ta ye?'
"She sher acts like 't." Norrington commented vaguely. "Ge' off me wretch." He didn't really move though.
Tod smacked him. "Be tha' anyway ta speak ta a lady? Or yer 'sister', bucko-me-lad?" Shoving his shoulder a second time, she leaned in, "Yer s'posed ta be settin' an example loike; wha' d'ye call this? Ye're a commodore; act loike it. Ye want respect? Then show some backbone an' haf some dignity." More quietly, she added, "Seriously, you do yourself no favours being drunk like this. It isn't respectable for an officer. Maybe for a pirate, but you're better than that." The look she gave him was both sympathetic and the way she might look up to her hero.
*The raging drunken fool crew stops to admire the moe moment.* drunks: Awwwwww
"'Sister'? Ha, I guess that makese Dusk my 'mother' then?"
"Or ye 'mistress'," Tod shrugged, and poked him in the cheek, "but it be up ta ye, Norri: what I am ta thee, I mean. See, if ye want I can be ye sister an' ye shipmate, or we can be at odds, but I don't want tha, an' I'm sure Dusk don't want it neither."
Tod sighed, "And..." she lowered her tone for him alone, "Since we're immortal now... let's not have grudges."
Norring didn't say anything, just kept twirling his silly sword. He hadn't taken another drink though.
Tod placed her hand on his, then leaned in and kissed his cheek, almost tenderly, "I dun want ta fight with ye."
The raging drunken fool crew: Awwwwww
"I be abou' ta kill 'em." Tod mumbled.
(Brought to you by raging drunken crew enterprizes and D.P.O.T. ((don't piss off Tod)) Hosted by Blackbeard)